It was hard work." Miss Betty's hand had fallen from Crailey's breast where Tom's took its place.

She rose unsteadily to her feet and pushed back the hair from her forehead, shivering convulsively as she looked down at the motionless figure on the sofa.
"Crailey!" said Tom, in the same angry, shaking voice.

"Crailey, you've got to rouse yourself! This won't do; you've got to be a man! Crailey!" He was trying to force the brandy through the tightly clenched teeth.
"Crailey!" "Crailey!" whispered Miss Betty, leaning heavily on the back of a chair.

"Crailey ?" She looked at Mrs.Tanberry with vague interrogation, but Mrs.Tanberry did not understand.
"Crailey!" It was then that Crailey's eyelids fluttered and slowly opened; and his wandering glance, dull at first, slowly grew clear and twinkling as it rested on the ashy, stricken face of his best friend.
"Tom," he said, feebly, "it was worth the price, to wear your clothes just once!" And then, at last, Miss Betty saw and understood.

For not the honest gentleman, whom everyone except Robert Carewe held in esteem and af-fection, not her father's enemy, Vanrevel, lay before her with the death-wound in his breast for her sake, but that other--Crailey Gray, the ne'er-do-weel and light-o'-love, Crailey Gray, wit, poet, and scapegrace, the well-beloved town scamp.
He saw that she knew, and, as his brightening eyes wandered up to her, he smiled faintly.